Casts it in market-house farther forth.
And by two mesne tossings thus it got
To burst i’ the face of plaintiff Scott.
And now ’gainst Shepherd, for loss of eye,
The question is, whether trespass shall lie.
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Well—liquor’s out, why look more at old bottle?
Gulp down with gusto, you that are young,
These new Rules’ ferment, tastes ill in my throttle
Since Justice, in nubibus no more on high sitter